The unknown. It is a subject that many people have written about and the emotions that come with it, the excitement of the unknown, the fear of the unknown, the curiosity of the unknown. For me, one of the great things about life is the not knowing. It gives it a sense of mystery, a sense of intrigue, which has also been a major inspiration point for many authors. I am at that difficult stage in my life where I am deciding whether or not to attend university. There is a huge element of not knowing, of not knowing the city, the people, the course, the lecturers. I don’t know what it will be like. But I also don’t know what it would be like if I don’t go to university. It’s the same with a book. At the start of the novel we get a rough idea of the characters and the setting but we don’t know the whole story. The end of the novel is something that is always an unknown (unless you cheat and read the ending!) In this way, I believe that a book is a metonymic representation of life. We always know how it starts, but we never know quite where we’re going to end up. Where will I be in six months? Who knows? Read my blog to find out.
See you tomorrow!